There's a fine art to begging, bichons. You can't just expect your human to respond to a steady stare. No, no, no. It requires technique. Finesse.
I've got my daddy wrapped around my right front paw, so here are my tips for successful begging.
1. Stare at the tweatsie bag. This probably won't do you much good.
2. Extend paw in a spontaneous shake. Depending on what's on YouTube, your human might ignore this too.
3. Engage your human in conversation. We all have our own love language, 'chons. Mine consists of groaning, whining, growling, yammering, scooting and sitting up precariously on my bum like a prairie dog.
If your human is like my Daddy, this will finally catch his attention.
At this point, things begin to go wrong. We're just so darn cute, 'chons, it can backfire!
Rather than giving me my damn tweatsie, my Daddy starts engaging me in conversation. He groans, whines and yammers right back. I respond. He responds. It can go on forever. Meanwhile, my mouth is watering for that tweatsie.
Now and then I lose my patience and let out a huge WOOF! Big mistake. All it gets me is a stern warning to "use your inside woof." So it's back to a pianissimo yowl and yammer.
Be patient! Keep whining. Cock your head to one side. Sit up and prairie dog 'til you get your way. Roll over, but only if you must.
No human can hold out against a full-on cute 'chon attack forever.
All that for a cheap Wal-Mart tweatsie!
P.S. My mommy made this oak plaque. If you want it, click here!
Hi! Delly here! I'm a bichon frise. My mommy says I'm crazy, eccentric and hilarious. These are my doodles. WOOF!